day 2

Open letters to the cities I love: Part 2

To Seattle-

You've left me sleepless

Exchanged quick breaths for helium lungs

I choke at an effort to speak to you

Ask you what your name is

I cringe

pathetic excuse for a three second conversation

The movement of jaws unhinging 

and tongues dancing in the secrecy of our own heads

Makes me wonder what runs through your thoughts

Makes me wonder what runs your thoughts

Discover what words you associate with my being

What color is your balloon heart when you see me?

Sew velcro eyelids to lash lines

Force magnetic sleep cycles into muscle memory

Open letter to Seattle-

my soul won't rest

I cannot get my mind to stop racing around your city block breaths

Pupils play muscle memory against dreams

REM cycles bicycle through city block wants

Want 1

The handshake

The closest thing I've gotten to feeling your touch

Gentle, sweet,

five fingers left me without logic

Want 2

Introduction

The first time the butterflies bicycled through helium lungs

They landed on my balloon heart

It's colored sleepless

They run my thoughts now

Want 3

I want to know what scares you

Want 4

Where do butterflies bicycle to when the city blocks are unfamiliar?

Want 5

What color is your balloon heart when you think of me?

Want 6

Don't forget to put up a detour sign

drag me by magnetic force

Teach me how to turn the release of helium in my lungs

into muscle memory

Open letter to Seattle-

How does your tongue dance while in the secrecy of your thoughts?

The butterflies ignored the detour

and bicycling made me tired

I have so much helium in my lungs

it makes me too nervous to speak

Open letter to Henry Luke-

Is sleepless a color?